to see is not to believe
to believe is not to see
the words don't express
they just try too hard.
but what about the stuff
stuff undefined?
let me make up a word
gooyaazaamatierapoolie
it expresses what I feel
do you know what it could mean?

10th June '2014
Touch.
A light touch.
Just a li'l feathery stroke.So light on a sleeping back.
Like a pebble in a still lake.
Some ripples cascade.
Then the stormy silence and silence.
That's what a touch is all about?

But where do the ripples go?
Is there an underground chamber under all the lakes in the world,
where they go and hide?

So difficult. oh so difficult the road.
Why so difficult. why so difficult the road.
When you're my mate and I'm yours
Why so difficult the road?

Why do we get so weary at a day's long end?
Where's our nectar sweet?
And elixir vitae to dip in our wings?
Why are the days so burdensome, so mirthless and so full of things to do?
Is it our days or are we enslaved to them?

So many questions, so little answers
So many thoughts, so li'l thoughtless moments
So many hours, so li'l are ours
So many MEs in a day
So many YOUs in a day
Which one's should we pair?

About Me

I discern myself as a soul who’s egoless but knows what self-respect is; is open-minded and spreads its branches, fully aware of its strong firm roots; accepts the complexity of life, but is yet simple and sensitive. Definitely, am a dreamer.